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Sunday, January 10, 2010

A Poem

Yesterday, my best friend Nicole brought to my attention the subtitle of this blog, which has been there since I began it as a school assignment almost a year ago. You can read it (or reread it, for that matter), if you choose. Anyway, I chose that particular quote from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, because, well, I've always liked it. In the early days of my animation studies, I would frequently get it stuck in my head while pulling all nighters, trying to figure out 3D modeling. Yesterday, I also learned that it is an excerpt from, what I consider to be, a wonderful poem. Enjoy.

Ode

We are the music-makers,And we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakers,And sitting by desolate streams;World-losers and world-forsakers,On whom the pale moon gleams:Yet we are the movers and shakersOf the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless dittiesWe build up the world's great cities,And out of a fabulous storyWe fashion an empire's glory:One man with a dream, at pleasure,Shall go forth and conquer a crown;And three with a new song's measureCan trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lyingIn the buried past of the earth,Built Nineveh with our sighing,And Babel itself with our mirth;And o'erthrew them with prophesyingTo the old of the new world's worth;For each age is a dream that is dying,Or one that is coming to birth.